There are good days, and there are bad days, and then there are the days you want to sell everyone on eBay. Guess which kind today was.
Never in my life have I felt more loved and desired, and never have I more wanted to run away.
C was out of control; needy, clingy, whiny, and all about mommy.
Little L was inconsolable for most of the day. Screaming hysterically one moment, happy as a clam the next. At 4 a.m. she refused to drink from a bottle, but this afternoon wanted nothing to do with my breast. Made me wish little babies came with LCD screens, or at least mood rings…
M was hell bent on cleaning up the mess corners of the house. (What, you just have a mess drawer? We have corners, as in multiple mess corners, in each room. It’s a problem. I think they’ve started to breed.)
And I? I stood in the middle of the chaos and tried to deal.
At one point I was in the bedroom holding a screaming infant, while the toddler hung on my leg yelling at me, a foot away from M who was trying to take a nap. When C flew off my leg (honest through no fault of mine) and hit her head on the door jam, I may have turned to my supine husband and used some profanity as I beseeched him to get his patootie out of bed and help me. He, misunderstanding what was going on, despite the fact that it was almost taking place in his lap, jumped out of bed, grabbed C and deposited her in her crib, assuming she was tired and she needed to nap. She was, and she did, but first her head bonk needed to be tended to. That’s when my head exploded and I put everyone in time out.